דָּאֵב

My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.

They will come and shout for joy on the heights of Zion; they will be radiant over the bounty of the LORD—the grain, new wine, and oil, and the young of the flocks and herds. Their life will be like a well-watered garden, and never again will they languish.

…for I will refresh the weary soul and replenish all who are weak.”